OH NO! I heard this weekend that Sims 3 wasn’t being released until June. I knew this was a lie, because all the information I had said Febuary. So imagine my shock when I found out it indeed was pushed back. I am fuming angry! I was ready for some new Sim-adventures!!!BLOODY HELL!!
I found this info on another blog, simworldnews, that they are pushing it back for better marketing. BLASPHEMY I tell you! This is wretched (this is my new favorite word). I probably wasn’t going to actually buy the Sims for a few months because of budget reasons, but I wanted to read about it, talk to others who played it, and pretty much oogle it and give them time to work out any kinks. I’m extremely sad. Well… at least I can put the wish out there for a birthday gift now
I recently acquired a pet. A cat named Phoebe to be exact. Now, I don’ t really consider myself a cat person, but ever since living alone I thought getting a pet companion would be a good idea. I toyed with the idea of a cute dog, but then I thought about the time commitment a dog would take. I didn’t think I’d have that much time or dedication to give to a dog, so I began tot tinker with the idea of getting a cat. At first I dismissed it because well, I didn’t see myself as a cat lover and cats are known to mischievous/sneaky pets. But then I saw my best friend get a kitten. Her kitten was so cute. He was so cute and she named him Sookie (hello TrueBlood fans!). I would go to her house and just play with her cat. Even after he knocked water on me while I was sleeping, I still liked him. So then I went on this quest to find myself a kitten, preferable for free since times are hard when you decide to live on your own 30 miles from your job.
I found out that cats don’t usually have kittens in the winter, so finding a kitten would probably be hard, especially a free kitten. I began to look around for cats online at animal shelters and did find a few, but didn’t want to pay adoption fees. So I went to everyone internet lovers friend (or foe if you get caught up) www.craigslist.org. I responded to an ad and decided to go meet up with the people. I had lots of fear instilled in me for fear of being scammed and therefore attacked and maimed all for trying to get a damn cat.
Fast forward 3 weeks later, and I’m adjusting to life with a cat. Phoebe is around 8 years old and she’s such a sweet kitty. She likes a lot of attention when I first get home. Sometimes its a pain in the neck because I need to get stuff done. I will be working on my laptop and she will stand on me, in front of the lapto until she has had enough attention to move. OR while I’m cooking dinner she constantly meows for what reason I don’t know. But I feel an obligation to give her a good home because the people who gave her to me seemed like they gave her a good home. I have learned that I will now need a lint roller for all my clothing. Indoor cats shed a lot because they have no real sense of the seasons. I learned that she rubs up against things to leave her scent on the, not to get familiar with them like a blind person as I initially thought. I learned that scoopable kitty litter is your friend. I learned that cats do NOT always keep it in the litter box. I learned litter follows them all around your house also therefore you need a broom, which I do not have.
I recently learned what declawing does to cats. I didn’t realize its a process where they basically take off the tips of your cats fingers. I feel bad for poor Phoebe Sceebe, but not so bad that I wish she had claws to scratch me. I also discovered cats have a rough tongue, it makes for an interesting feeling when phoebe wants to lick my hand.
I do feel a little crazy when I come home and talk to Phoebe. Its almost like talking to yourself, but I think she likes hearing my voice or at least I hope so. I feel a very strong bonding towards this cat I’ve only had for a few weeks. Listening to her purr is quite relaxing and I am happy with my choice to get a cat, even if I do have a minor allergy.
Last week I read a story about a man who discovered that his co-worker was actually his father. Can you believe that? Apparently Police Sgt. Chris Walker never knew who his father was, and this was constantly a source of discontent with him. It’s kind of a classic story, wife & husband separate. She bangs new guy (this time a younger guy) and gets preggers. She then tells estranged husband that she’s preggers and they get back together. All the while she secretly things separation fling guy is the father. One day Mother told Son that the man he thought was his father, on his birth certificate, wasn’t really his father (this happens all the time believe it or not!). After finding this out Walker was obsessed with finding who his father is. His searched ended with his new co-worker Detective Clay Hamilton. How odd is that, the chance that they both became cops? Is that like some dormant gene that cop fathers pass to their children? A lot of guys, like this kid from my hometown, become cops because of their dads. Anyway, after DNA test proved that he was actually the son of his co-worker they’ve been bonding and all that good stuff.
I love how they are downplaying the fact this this adult (married) woman slept with a 15 year old boy. Not one article I read said anything about this. They weren’t questioning why she slept with such a young boy. I mean, he was barely a teenager, what was he a freshmen in high school? This is some Desperate Housewives crap. This kind of stuff can ruin families. I mean this man, Clay, has a family of his own. And yeah it was a long time ago, but now his other kids -- a young son and older daughter (35)- have to deal with having a new sibling. And the wife has to deal with this too. For a kid discovering his father, that’s awesome, but the father now has a lot of explaining to do. But wait, get this. Apparently neither of them (the parents) really knew each others names. He thought she was BIllie Joe Walker somebody and she thought his name was Clayton. Her name is Debbie and his is Claiborne. Tsk Tsk.
Can you imagine how bad this situation could have turned out? Imagine if you thought the person was a total douchebag or they were just a complete idiot. That would make it so much harder to come to terms with. I know for me, there are a few people at work who I’m like, “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU???” But then there are others who I wonder how they’d respond if I asked “Hey, you’re pretty cool. Do you want to adopt a fully grown college graduate?”
1. I’m sorry for the lack of posts lately. I’m busy taking a class (Studies in American Lit, and its just too much reading even for me!) and working and all that good stuff. So I only really have time currently to update 2 or 3 times a week. Hopefully once I get fully into the swing of things I can make it more frequent. I have tinkered with the idea of a guest blogger, but haven’t reached a final verdict. If you’d like to offer a blog entry, feel free. I will review it and see if I like how it works with the overall tone.
2. New Layout is still in the works. It’s going to have color (PINK) and style and its just going to be awesome, if I do say so myself. I bet most forgot about the poll, didn’t you? I’m going to dedicate some time to new, more useful tags and categories so that there is some strong organization.
Yes.. This is a bacon spread, from the folks who bought you bacon salt-which I didn’t know existed either. Either way, apparently bitches love bacon… Fat bitches that is!!! NO, just kidding. I know people (skinny people) who love bacon. Like my friend, Friend A. Sometimes we go to Au Bon Pain and order salads. I always get the turkey medallion salad which happens to come with bacon. I kindly ask them to hold the bacon, since I don’t eat the hog. She’s like “No, give me your bacon. You can never have enough bacon.” I disagree, because sometimes if you over load on bacon, turkey bacon for me, you can get a little nauseous. So anyway, I discovered Baconnaise from my daily email from Hungrygirl.com. I love some of her tips & tricks. She was introducing Baconnaise Light ( I love how people trying to lose weight want the bad stuff in light).
Anyway, back to this Baconnaise crap. After seeing it there, I promptly used a search engine (nope, I will not say I Googled it!!) and came across the official baconsalt/baconnaise site. Apparently, after the growing popularity of bacon salt, someone suggested they attempt a bacon flavored spread, so they set out on an experimental journey to find it. Thier words from their official website:
“So we set out on another bacon-flavored adventure. Could we make a mayonnaise product that met our own high bacony standards? Could we get people as excited as they were for Bacon Salt (for which shrines have been built and songs have been written)? It was at that point that we began a very unhealthy morning routine: eat a slice of bacon, try a version of Baconnaise, eat a slice of bacon. Compare. Improve. Repeat. Over the 6 months it took us to make Baconnaise, we estimate that we probably ate 20 pounds of bacon, consumed 5 large jars of mayonnaise and took 2 years off of our lives – looking for that exact and delicious flavor that we would be proud to call Baconnaise.”
I find this stuff to sound gross. I would NEVER EVER try it. I find the fact that they boast about it being vegetarian to be a mockery of what good bacon is too, and I don’t even eat pork. I’m just putting this out there for everyone to be disgusted with too. But I know somewhere out there someone’s mouth is salvating and they are trying to find the store nearest them to buy it.
Anyone who is anyone on Facebook (formerly www.thefacebook.com, how many people remember that?) has done a 25 random things about me, been tagged in one, or read one. At first it started out with 16 things, then tagging 16 of your friends who then in turn did their own 16 things. But it evolved. So after being bombarded with tags for random things I did one. And dammit, I thought mine was quite funny. I find myself to be amusing, hence the reason I write this blog. I also think other people might find me amusing. I used to get this same quiet enjoyment from spreading my wonderfulness by doing myspace surveys. I used to copy other peopls and fill in my own answers. Or if I really had a lot of time I sought out my own surveys and completed them. Eventually I got to the point where I felt I had said everything that could be said about myself. Everyonce in a while I’ll indulge again. So when I did my 25 random things, I thought of all my friends form myspace who also use facebook and how they would relish in this welcome resurgence of my wittiness. In case you care, some tidbits from my random things are:
-I have read all the Little House on the prarie books, at least twice.
-I own a didgeridoo…
-I’ve never driven in NYC and have no plans to do it anytime soon.
-My blackberry is a she. She tried to commit suicide by jumping off the table. Damn her!
-I hate when people post pregnant pictures of themselves online. Pregnant bellies are creepy and scary. It is also not OK to post pics of your sonogram. I particularly don’t care to ever see inside someones uterus. ICK
People who know me have found humor and solace in my random things I am sure. So today I came across this article on Time.com (TIME Magazine I tell you. Facebook is really a phenomenon-way better than Myspace I tell you!) Anyway, this article addressed the upsurge in Random things on Facebook, which is hilarious because I thought it was just my friends, LOL. The article says that most of the lists aren’t funny and are actually pretty stupid (some are, I’ve been bored by a few). The best part of the article happens to be the random 25 things the author writes that he read. I am going to highlight the ones I found laugh out loud funny.
-Just because I realize that Asian women are smarter, more attractive, and have about themselves a generally superior level of class does not mean I have a fetish. Just that I’m racist.
-My friends say that when they shave my back I purr like a walrus. (I’m not sure which is more gross, the fact that you have enough back hair that needs to be shaved or that your friends do it for you, LOL).
- I like to tape my thumbs to my hands to see what it would be like to be a dinosaur. (WTF??)
-I eat gummy bears by tearing them limb from limb and eating their heads last.
In recent months Time magazine has been making its way up on my must read list. NOt quite high enough to warrant a subscription because I can just snatch them from work, but I like to read it. It has just the right amount of sophisticated humor and intelligence that a viral mind like mine needs. Here’s the link to the article, check it out!
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